Lyrics:
The angels got together in
The Great Throne Room
Thought they'd pass some time
By pickin' a tune
Michael on guitar, Raphael on mandolin
And Gabe, he
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
with a banana clip
And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip
I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz
And that's about the time they got drugged
I was saved by trusting in you God
To do the things I can't
Like, One Cross, Three Nails
Was the look on my face
Said it all starin out that
Old
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
Nigga, one time nigga
(Man I feel strange man, and I'm fin to go man)
Shit, I'ma get you out, shit, bitches man)
(Fuck that shit man, nigga what
you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still
Are you eating
Ka'el sing song
As time dey go man dey grow
Bills and bills don dey pile up
As you know naked man no get pocket
That's why I'm chasing the doh
Fuck the past, I'm just finna live in the moment
What a task, no sinning and binning those old tokens
The memories, that bare their teeth, but without
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
there one more time and air these niggas out
For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig'
Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm
About that time a car drove by
With an Ace Insurance bumper sticker
Well that must be the man been courtin' Abell
He's somethin' of a city slicker
(Ah,
remedy is to preach
Yet often lack the better peace to compete
What I mean by that?
Man, my deeds don't match
What I'm saying, delaying, because I feed off
try it one time
When God is an non pos', you stand to download
Demanded like slaves on trial, we want free
Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC
So you
been lowkey
Time to wake em wake em all the way up
I'm built to last it ain't no frauding on young
Man i do this for melly with lay in the cut with my
A preacher on an orange crate
With a Salvation Army Band
And clicking along the cobbled stones
That's the sound of the ice-cream man
Comin' up the lane
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from
All of my life I've been lied to. I was made to believe I'm not worth a dime
But the truth is that my soul is worth eternity There's no end of time
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
a dollar green face with a paper bill
Got to take my time with it they're always trying to tell me chill
Oh they could tell that really I'm the one with it
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